Transmigrating to a fantasy world, Lu Che became the Saint Son of the Myriad Laws Sword Sect and the Ninth Prince of the Great Yu Divine Dynasty! His status seemed lofty, but in reality, he was in ...
Looking back to the past, the Dayu Divine Dynasty was at its peak and rising rapidly.
The Dayu side had won first place in the Six Great Competition for decades!
At that time, Dayu was full of vigor and ambition, overwhelming the other five major forces and being invincible. It was so dazzling that the whole world was paying attention to it. It was truly glorious, and its reputation swept across the southern region and was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people!
However.
With Emperor Wu being seriously injured in recent years, Dayu has become increasingly decadent.
Today, the once glorious and prosperous Dayu Divine Dynasty has become like a crumbling building, in danger of collapse at any time.
In addition, Emperor Wu’s princes were either injured or died, and the talent pool was dwindling, making the decline more and more obvious.
Everyone knows it.
This year, it is almost hopeless for Dayu to win first place in the competition.
Even, let alone being the first, Dayu is now like a seriously injured and dying patient. Even if it suddenly perishes, it is not impossible in the eyes of everyone.
It is precisely for this reason that the ratio of the six greats this year has become particularly eye-catching.
Everyone was full of curiosity and anticipation.
Everyone wants to see how the current Dayu will perform in this competition.
Can he still turn the tide, change his fate, and regain his glory?
…
Time flies, and half a month has passed quietly amid everyone's discussions and expectations.
As the day of the Six Great Powers' Grand Tournament draws near, the entire southern region, especially the territories of the six top forces, has become extremely lively and turbulent.
Everyone in the market was talking about the upcoming event, and the streets, alleys, teahouses and taverns were all filled with an atmosphere of restlessness.
In the center of a prosperous city, a restaurant called "Juxianlou" is currently packed with people.
The carved wooden windows of the elegant room on the second floor were half open, and a gentle breeze brought in the hustle and bustle of the street, but it could not in the least drown out the loud voice of the storyteller in the hall.
The storyteller was about fifty years old, dressed in a long gray cloth gown, with an old gavel on his waist. He was sitting on a high platform, recounting the rise and fall of the Dayu Dynasty with an excited expression.
"Ladies and gentlemen!"
The storyteller raised his hand and waved his sleeves, turning the gavel in his palm and speaking passionately:
"If we talk about the most powerful force in the Southern Territory in the past hundred years, it must be the Great Yu Divine Dynasty!"
"Back then, His Majesty the Martial Emperor was in his prime, his cultivation unrivaled in the world. Under his leadership, the Great Yu Dynasty was at its peak, unstoppable!"
“Bang!”
The gavel slammed down hard, causing ripples in the teacups below the stage.
"Do you all know how powerful the Great Yu Divine Dynasty was in the past?"
"At the height of his power, he devoured the nine states and swept across the vast wastelands, like a true dragon descending to the earth! At the peak of his Martial Emperor status, the Myriad Laws Sword Sect actively sought his favor, the Tianlan Sect mobilized its entire forces to join him, the two major academies submitted to him, and the Yinsha Demon Cult was trembling with fear, hiding in hiding and not even daring to show their face!"
"Even the other five top powers that shared the same title as Dayu at the time, who would dare not admit that under Dayu's illustrious reputation, even those as powerful as they were, had to be somewhat afraid of Dayu?!"
The loud and passionate voice spread in all directions.
The people in the audience listened attentively, nodded one after another, and sighed with expressions on their faces.
Most of them had personally witnessed the glorious peak of Dayu. Those were truly the most prosperous and glorious years, showing the unparalleled spirit of dominating the world!
At that time, the glazed tiles on the Golden Throne Hall of the Dayu Palace sparkled in the sun, symbolizing supreme authority and glory; on Chang'an Avenue, nobles and monks in gorgeous clothes were walking back and forth, creating a scene of prosperity.
And everything the storyteller said is facts known to everyone!
But after talking about the glory of Dayu.
The storyteller paused, and then his tone suddenly changed.
"It's a pity that time has passed, and the genius of the world has been slain..."
He sighed and his expression became heavy.
His eyes were filled with vicissitudes and complexity, and his tone gradually became low:
"No matter how powerful a force is, it will eventually decline. However, there are very few forces like Dayu, which have reached the peak and then declined so quickly!"
"It's all because Dayu touched a reverse scale and offended someone he shouldn't have offended!"
"Because of this, in one day, the rising momentum was ruined!"
"In today's Dayu, the Emperor Wu is seriously injured and dying, the princes have suffered heavy casualties, and only one in ten geniuses survives. How can it be described as tragic?!"
"Alas!"
"We've watched it rise, and we've watched it collapse. Everyone, we may be about to witness history, the downfall of a divine dynasty!"
When these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked!
Everyone in the audience widened their eyes and looked shocked.
After all, these words are too explicit and bold!
Although this is not Dayu's territory, we can't talk nonsense without restraint!
Immediately, a young cultivator suddenly stood up and retorted with a frown:
"Isn't this a bit too much?"
"Although Dayu has declined, it's not this bad! Don't you all know that some time ago, Dayu's Ninth Prince Lu Che displayed his divine power, beheaded powerful immortals on land, and destroyed the Tianlan Sect?!"
"Such a person, can't he still support the reputation of Dayu?"
The wandering cultivator was about twenty years old, with a long sword hanging on his waist, and his eyes were full of optimism towards Dayu.
Moreover, his eyes sparkled when he spoke of Lu Che, and he looked extremely respectful.
Hearing this, everyone in the audience nodded subconsciously.
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